In a stark, sterile room, a man is bound, his eyes averted from the two blondes who circle him like predators. They're dressed in latex, their bodies glistening, their heels clicking on the hard floor. "You know why you're here, don't you?" one asks, her voice a purr. He nods, his face a mix of fear and anticipation. "Good," the other responds, her hand trailing down his chest. "Today, you learn to obey. To serve. And most importantly, to consume." They command him to pleasure himself, their eyes locked onto his cock, their faces inches from his. As he comes, they laugh, cruel and delighted. "Clean it up, little slave," they demand, their voices echoing in his mind, their words a humiliating symphony.